She told the hostess, “I see my friend,” and breezed past, sliding into the empty side of the booth with a smile. “Someone’s in a good mood,” Jade said, adding two sugars to her cup and stirred briskly. She tapped the spoon against the rim before setting it down on the saucer. Andrea unwound the scarf from her neck and shrugged her arms out of her jacket. “Yeah, life is definitely looking up,” she said. She’d only been a dog owner for a few days, and Bruno had been right: Anni was a life changer. Since her visit to PetShop, she’d taken Anni to a veterinarian who checked for a microchip, but didn’t find one. The dog had already been spayed, so obviously someone had cared for her at some time. Unlikely to be the frat boys. They’d acquired her too recently. Besides, Andrea couldn’t imagine them being that responsible. The vet proclaimed Anni to be underweight but otherwise in good shape and said that the food Bruno suggested at PetShop was fine.
